Good Girls Encourage Their Friends To Dress In Matching Slutty Latex Outfits.

Hiiii! Don't you post anymore? 💗 Are you doing okay? I miss your posts

Awwww, thanks for the support, doll. I miss you too. 😉

I've been pretty busy of late, but I'm considering dropping some new posts. If I do...

Cute Date Idea #2

I lock you up in a dungeon, strip you of your clothes and your dignity, and reduce you into a set of holes and a leaky puddle for my entertainment.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 ⛓ Darkly Romantic Dating Coach 🖤

This is Destiny. Destiny was nearly done her bachelor's of law degree, something that had taken her painstaking effort over a long period of time; as an honors student she was relieved that she'd be able to stop and find a job soon... just as soon as she finished her final exams and passed the bar exam.

As you probably know, female happiness is the most important metric in our new Patriarchal order, which is why we have instituted a legally-mandated Happiness Test™️ for girls focused on education and career goals, to ensure that their ambitions don't compromise their own personal joy.

Destiny claimed she was happy, but our test proved otherwise; not only was she NEVER happy when studying and working, but her poor little slit didn't get drippy even a single time.

Destiny thought she was smart enough to break the laws of our new Patriarchal order. She thought the Divine Daddy wouldn't care about her happiness. And she thought she could hide her test results without consequence.

But Destiny was wrong. In her final semester her water supply was intentionally and covertly pumped full of an amplified version of the mind-altering hyper-feminizing brain-drain Pink Pill™️ drug to restore peak happiness levels.

One week in she was forgetting the things she had studied the night before.

Two weeks in and she forgot everything she had studied in college.

Three weeks in and she started to become giggly and much happier, focusing on how she'd dress to get the attention of a cute boy in her class instead of doing her homework.

A month in and she was begging her classmates to drag her into a bathroom stall and fuck her like a dirty little slut; she was ashamed to hear the words come out of her own lips, but she couldn't help it.

And then, during her final exams, she got distracted and didn't answer a single question, instead choosing to make the rounds sucking off her classmates one by one under their desks very publicly while fingering herself like a desperate little whore. She emptied every set of balls in the room all over her face and down her eager throat -- even her teacher had his balls slurped by the depraved dummy, though it didn't stop him from flunking her test.

Needless to say, Destiny couldn't hack it in university; after failing out of every class, and for her own best interests, she was expelled from higher academia.

Now Destiny drools like a dummy from both sets of lips all day long at the local strip club, and her holes are rented out to strangers for $1 per minute.

This might seem like a major shift in lifestyle, but Destiny still kept all of her friends from law school -- the ones who'd always had a lower GPA than she did. They would regularly come in on Friday nights and have a grand time passing Destiny around like a cheap piece of meat. She loved the attention.

She's the happiest she's ever been in her entire life; her perpetually drippy pussy proves that Patriarchal policy really works to help make girls happier.

The moral of the story: Daddy knows best, so don't try to fight it. Give in to Patriarchy, slut. You'll be happier as a stupid little sex object.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🎓 Patriarchal Minister of Re-Education & Propaganda 📺

Oh! Is your picture of a Kajira? I noticed the brand.

The picture is most definitely of a kajira; very perceptive catch! 😉There's something about a slavegirl permanently marked as property that I find utterly intoxicating; add to that the submissive pose and it makes for some magnetic imagery...The Gorean lifestyle boasts some beautifully twisted concepts. 😈👌🏻

Did you delete a bunch of posts or is my tumblr tripping? For me the most recent posts is the one saying "your IQ is DDD". I used to have another blog months back and I'm pretty sure there were more posts. I might be confusing you with someone else though, sorry if that's the case, that would be embarassing to say the least.

I almost never delete posts, so most likely the reason you can't see my newer content because I applied the "Mature: Sexual Themes" content label to it; you'll need to enable the "Mature Content" account setting to fix this. You can find detailed information about this in the official Tumblr docs, but here's a simplified version:

The birth date you enter into Tumblr must prove you are at least 18 years old.

Login using the in-browser Tumblr website of your PERSONAL COMPUTER — you will NOT be able to modify this setting on the iOS Tumblr app (Android users can modify this setting in the mobile app as well in-browser).

Go to https://www.tumblr.com/settings/account and find the "Content You See" section.

Ensure that "Show Mature Content" is toggled "On."

Ensure that "Blur Mature Content" is "Off."

You might be asking yourself: "what does the Blur mature content toggle do?" The answer: it temporarily hides mature content until you click a button to display it:

I’m broken.

When I was a younger man, I remember my unyielding ideological commitment to treating people respectfully as equals. I remember the disdain I felt for cultural narratives and trends objectifying women. I remember the way that I ate up the narrative that I could be the good guy… the hero in a toxic culture fighting for a better world. I could be a contributing architect building a more egalitarian society.

But this entire time, I was just denying the dark truth of my existence: I’m NOT the good guy. I’m NOT the warm boy next door that my family and friends perceive me to be. I’m NOT the hero at all…

I’m the closeted misogynist. I’m the secret villain of this piece publicly masquerading as your saviour. I’m the corrupting influence that perverts young feminists into cock-drunk sluts bending over and spreading their legs in worship at the alter of the religious institution of The Patriarchy. I’m the monster smiling as your arousal drips down your thighs and pools at your feet, your biology betraying your beliefs as I baptize you in the unholy water of your own perversion.

I wasn’t always this twisted, but the more I tried to fight it, the more my subconscious lashed back and made me crave it with a desperate abandon beyond reason or explanation. I tried to purify myself of my wicked longings, and it only made me more desperate to enact vicious psychological warfare against you, breaking you down for my pleasure and entertainment into the ideal pet. Showing you how drippy and wet it makes you to be reduced by Daddy. In compartmentalizing my darkness, I didn’t purify my best intentions — I inadvertently amplified the potency of my worst desires.

My conscious mind wanted to liberate your gender, but my unconscious mind increasingly demanded your submission and enslavement. I fight a war within myself, the angel and the devil on my shoulders bicker over the path that I should take, and for a long time it was the angel who was winning.

But no longer. Now, I understand the truth.

I’m broken. I’m irredeemable. I’m the monster I always sought to combat.

And I think we both know you’d be lying if you said it isn’t one of the things that most draws you to me.

😈 The Sadistic Empath 😘

It was just a silly game at first. You thought it would be fun... you never expected it to become your addiction.

And yet here you are, back on my blog again, edging your needy little cunt dutifully for Daddy like the pretty little pet that you are.

A part of you is horrified that edging your brain away might have lasting effects, and yet another part of you is desperately hoping it will.

You're so torn between denying what you are becoming, and at the same time craving it with a deep desperation, that you don't even know what to do anymore, do you? I bet a part of you even wonders: would it just be easier to give in and let yourself fully embrace becoming a braindead drippy set of holes for Men?

It's okay, doll. Let the cognitive dissonance melt away all of your old smart girl thoughts; you won't need them anymore.

Just follow your pussy to oblivion; Daddy is waiting for you there.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🕍 Bimbofication Cult Leader 🤤

This is how I like you.

Lost. Confused. Vulnerable.

Too unsure of your own reality to trust in yourself anymore.

Don't worry, doll; Daddy will direct you down the right road.

You can trust me.

You don't need to think anymore.

I'll turn off autocorrect on your phone; we both know you can't spell properly. From now on Daddy should correct you rather than having you compensate for your dumb little head with technology.

It's so strange you keep having a dream about having been nearing the end of your college degree; you never went to college, baby!

It's okay that you're too stupid to get a degree, baby. As long as you look cute for me, that's ALL that matters.

Baby, don't you need to leave for your shift at the strip club in an hour? Silly slut, did you forget that you work as a stripper now? You've been doing it for weeks.

Thank God you have Daddy to remind you and set you on the right path...

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🧠 Psychological Pet Predator 😏😻

I need someone to gaslight me into being dumb and brainless.

Gaslight me by telling me I’m spelling words wrong even when I spell them right.

Make me take tests and lie and say I failed even if I passed.

Replace all of my books with trashy romance novels or kids books and tell me that those were always the only books I had when I ask about it because I’m too dumb to remember that I’m not a good enough reader for anything higher than a children’s book

Drop me out of college without me knowing and get rid of anything related to college. Act confused when I tell you I need to h to class. Ask me what I’m talking and remind me that I was too stupid to have gotten in to college and I’m just being a silly bimbo by not remembering.

Make sure my brain is too confused to remember that I was ever smart because I’m your dumb brainless bimbo

Cute Date Idea #3

You: being paraded on all fours in public like a pathetic bitch in heat.

Me: pulling the leash, making fun of you for how wet it makes you.

😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 😳 Your Shameful Addiction 💉

Good little feminist sluts know this deep down, and I always love the way they try to articulate something — *ANYTHING* — to disprove how aroused the betrayal of their own ideology makes them.

Listen, doll. We both know that your upper lips are your least reliable set of lips… so what story will your honest lips tell me when I feel you up? Will your thighs already be drippy at the mere thought or mention of becoming a gender traitor and giving up control to Men completely?

Just remember, Patriarchy loves you. 😘😈

To the feminists looking at Tumblr blogs ...

There’s something inherently arousing about the Patriarchy, isn’t there?

Men mansplaining to you, belittling you, objectifying you …

Your brain tells you that that’s not right, it’s not justice.  After all, you’ve been told you’re their economic, political, and social equal.

And yet your body betrays you.  Your slit gets wet when you see the image of a girl licking a man’s boot.  You can feel your nipples harden when you imagine being held by the throat and fucked like an object.  Your heart pounds when you fantasize about being forced to do degrading acts that you know would cause your feminist friends to reject you as a gender traitor with tendencies of internalized misogyny.

And yet here you are, back on Tumblr, edging to the most degrading porn, the stuff that demeans women, that objectifies women, that causes you to wonder if maybe the Patriarchy isn’t all bad.

It’s the guilt that turns you on, isn’t it?  It’s that worshiping a man - any man - is taboo for you.  And that’s why it’s such a damn turn-on.  It’s naughty.  It’s taboo.  And you can’t stop thinking about it.

If only you could try it … just once … to be slapped when a cock is pounding you, to have a man’s cum shot all over your face, to be forced to lick the boot of a man who makes you call him Master.  Just once, you think … just once.

Let’s face it, little Miss Feminist.  You’ve reached the point of no return.  You’ve crossed the red line.  You know there’s no turning back now.  You’ll never look at feminism the same way again.

Welcome back to the natural order.  Welcome to Natural Inequality.

Welcome to the Patriarchy.

-VIS